The Tale of Bonnie and Clyde

[frozen]

The Sheepskin Bar, Planet manhatten, New york System...

Naw it ain me place to be tellin noone how tah live their lives, but ah do expectm tah return da daym faver, yknow wha I mean?

Clyde M. Barrow was born in da Coloradah System, to a middle classed family livin on Planet Denver at da time. He was da first of three siblins, and was da only lad in tha family. Naw ah ner got tah askin Ol Clyde how he came to be on Planet Manhatn, but someway or da other, he and is family made it aboard a Junkers transport. Funny thing be, dat Junker was carryin him a load o cardimine as well, and didn get himself caught. Just goes tah show da lax in security, really.

Aaanyway, Clyde and his family came tah live near our house. They were bout four miles out away from us, but in a much more secluded area. Our house was nearer to da Highway (if ye please), so our famly new bout anythin new that happened in the area.

*chuckles*

Suffice tah say, wed be da first tah know if Libertys uselessness was cleansed by dem green space-suited foreigners, dem rhienlaynders, yknow wha ah mean? A new family movin inta da hood was always welcomed with smiles. After all, its not vryday a new famly moves into our hood. When ah first saw dat red car, loaded to da brim with lugguage and people, Ah ran after it wit an excited grin on mah face, wavin and cheerin at the car tha was vanishin of inta da horizon.

The las thing ah saw was a young boys face poppin outta dat car, lookin back at me, wit da biggest sheepish grin on his face before he broke out inta a vigerous lil wayve. Ah burst out gigglin and ran back toward me home...

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